Wednesday, September 26, 2012


I haven't run since last Friday. First, I'm lazy on the weekends. OK. There you go. I like to sleep once in a while, and I haven't had much of it lately. Second, I've had to sleep upright in the recliner so that Meatball could get some rest since he has had an upper respiratory cough that really kicks in when he is lying flat. That has happened every night except one since last Thursday. Third, oh - who really cares? Today was my first run in almost a week, and I felt it. I was stiff and uncomfortable to start. My shoes need to be replaced. I had a bout with a very elevated heart rate about 1/3 through the run where I had to stop for 3-4 minutes just to get it to calm down. (I hate that, by the way. You know, when your lungs feel constricted and your heart races and you just can't get your breath...) Oh. My. Gawd. Waaaaaaaaaaaa. Here's my actual run report: I ran to/through Sugarhouse Park and back to work. I had a long break because I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was pounding like crazy. Then, I finished. Stats: 5.5 miles in 56:38 for a 10:18mpm pace

Thursday, September 20, 2012

bitter - party of 1

Since I had to work late tonight, I stayed home longer than normal this morning. I got up, got my body moving, and then sat in the chair for an hour. I should have just ran. But, I finally got my fat butt out the door - mostly because I remembered the completely unnecessary bowl of Cap'n Crunch that I ate last night out of stress and depression. Yes. I should have gone for a run, instead. I know. I know. Anyway, I leashed up Sadie and took off, completely forgetting my watch. Oh well. Man, this dog is fat! Obviously, Bub has no intention of exercising her during the day, so it falls on me to do this in the evening or mornings. You know, those times when I am frantically trying to get everything else done. OK. Fine. Whatever. She was pretty well behaved (better than when we are walking). Apparently, training BUB'S dog is my responsibility, too. Let's face it. She's my dog. Bub can't stand her. Yes, I'm bitter. After Sadie and I did 3.3 miles, I stopped and picked up Liz to do 1.5 miles. She's getting so old! And, obviously, she doesn't get any exercise, either! Both dogs were pooped by the end of their distances. I, on the other hand, had energy to burn. Too bad I wasted that extra hour this morning! Oh well. Look out, Zumba, here I come this afternoon! Stats: 4.79 miles

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

very good pace after a very bad night's sleep

Hell yeah, baby! So, we slept over at Granny's and Grandpa's house last night. I must admit. I don't really enjoy these sleepovers. I never get any sleep. The boys get spoiled with new clothes and toys every damn time. They get wound up. Then, the old people and Bub watch TV while I try to get them to calm down by reading stories and saying Shhhhh! a hundred times. As a side note: it is almost impossible to get two boys to calm down and not laugh when you're reading a "Walter, the farting dog" book. Anyway, the boys never want to sleep, and the bed isn't comfy. I don't care what kind of expensive mattress you have on it, it's not comfy. Last night was extra fun. The new clothes that they got were footie pajamas that were too small, so halfway through the night, Meatball woke up crying because his toes hurt, so we had to change his jammies. Plus, he was ALL OVER THE PLACE, Peanut was glommed up against me like sap to a tree, everyone was kicking everyone else, and it was too hot. Imagine my delight when my alarm went off at 4:15am! I got out the door about an hour later after I had a piece of toast and pottied. The weather is PERFECTLY cool, and the run was awesome. I only walked once, and that was up the long hill at 3300 South. I made it to work at a sub-11 pace for more than 90 minutes! YAY for me! Stats: 8.41 miles in 1:31:15 for a 10:52mpm pace

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

running with the gazelle

Good Gawd! Yesterday, Carol and I ran the downtown loop at a slow pace because she's struggling with a cold. It was a nice run, we chatted, we ran, we walked. This morming, she decided to take the morning to try and recover since she has a race this weekend. So, I went to weight class (which was a killer), and I was drenched with sweat by the end of class. Then, as I was getting ready to run by myself, one of my coworkers asked how far I was going, and did I mind if she came along. Well, um, yes. I totally mind. Listen. I'm all about company, and friends, and exercise, but she is easily six inches taller than me (you should see her legs!), 40 pounds lighter than me, has about 2% body fat, and is GORGEOUS. (No. I don't have a complex. Why do you ask?) So, off we went. The super model and the ugly step-sister. The gazelle and the hippo. Yes. I know. I'm supposed to visualize myself and talk about myself in term that are glowing and positive, but YOU stand next to her and let's see how YOU feel! HER:
So, as she jogged along chit-chatting, I gasped and strained, grunting route instructions and pointing when I couldn't be understood. Between her and Lucifer, I feel like I got a decent butt-kickin' today! Stats: 3.1 miles in 29:56 for a 9:40mpm pace

Friday, September 14, 2012


Lucifer was at her finest this morning, and she truly kicked our collective asses during weight class. Holy crap! When you're shouting "OK, Pushups! 1 - 2 - 3..." and everyone is still laying face-first on the floor, you know that you are a great fitness instructor. Then, I had to run three miles. I was numb. In body and in mind. Two hours later, and I still don't want to lift my arms. She is so harsh! Stats: 3.16 miles in 32:34 for a 10:19mpm pace

Thursday, September 13, 2012

this is confusing

This was a bit of a slower run, but I'm recovering from being sore (that happens when you've been lazy and decide to step it up a notch), and Carol was recovering from being sick. So, we just did what we did and didn't worry a bit. We ran before yoga on our normal (boring) 3-mile loop. We got a lot of talking in. OK. She talked. I complained. I love that she is such a good friend. I'm really frustrated right now, and she lets me just go off. She never says the wrong (meaning right) thing. She always says the right (meaning right) thing in a way that doesn't seem condescending or abusive towards anyone. That didn't make sense. That doesn't matter. She's just awesome. Stats: 3.1 miles in 35:56 for an 11:36mpm pace

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

wonderful temps

50*! Yes. Fifty glorius degrees! My hands were actually cold for the first mile of my run! I LOVE FALL! It was another solo run, and after lamenting about my pathetic miles of late, I decided that I should do something semi-long. I know for a fact that I wouldn't have been able to slog out a 10-miler, so 7 seemed the next logical thing. (OK - I could have done a 10, but I would have been miserable and it would have taken me too long to get back to work.) Anyway, I did the East High loop. I did not run up 8th; I chose to run down it instead. I definitely didn't have the gas in me to get UP it. I've been tired all week, and my knees kinda hurt. Nothing to be concerned about, but I just looked at the mileage on my shoes, and it's 567. Another 100 miles on these, maximum. I'm sure that's why I'm feeling some aches and pains. Anyway, the weather was beautiful; the run was decent; my shoes need to be replaced. Stats: 7.39 miles in 1:15:42 for a 10:15mpm pace

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


My running life has been a series of 3-ish mile runs punctuated by a 5-miler once in a while. That's not good. I was supposed to run a marathon this weekend. I'm not. Primarily because I can't afford to enter one. Otherwise, I would have been ready. I had an awesome training plan. Anyway, since deciding that I couldn't do a 'thon, I have lost all focus. I could crank out a 10-miler if I needed to (but it wouldn't be pretty). So, I've been lazy as all hell. After yesterday's 5.5 miler with hills and weight class today, my measley 3-miler today was tough... Pathetic. Stats: 3.26 miles in 33:26 for a 10:16mpm pace

Monday, September 10, 2012


After Carol's 1/2 marathon on Saturday (3000' downhill - ouch on the quads - but she took 2nd in her division!), she was looking for another day of rest, so I ran Sugarhouse on my own. It was a decent run - partly because I carb loaded all weekend long! You see, we spent the weekend with friends who served vegetables once the entire weekend - and that was in a mayo soaked coleslaw. OK. Fine. There was mayo heavy potato salad and butter heavy mashed potatoes. Other than that, it was pasta, pasta, meat, meat, and some fruit. Bub and I were SO bloated by the time we got home. (No, the beers didn't help...) I had planned to get up and run in their neighborhood, but that didn't work out well as Peanut woke every time I so much as scratched my nose. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the carrot sticks and beans that I brought for lunch today, and I think that nice salad will hit the spot tonight! Oh, and about the run, it was humid (43%) and not particularly exciting, but I got the miles in and I'm ready for the rest of the day. Stats: 5.5 miles in 57:30 for a 10:28mpm pace

Friday, September 7, 2012

running with cars

I've missed a few weight workouts lately, so today's really kicked my ass. I don't think that I've done walking lunges for a week, and when I started running, my legs were very noodley. Another solo run today because Carol's race is tomorrow. It all went well, but I did get honked at while crossing State Street. Yes. I was jay-walking, and yes, there was traffinc coming. What of it? I sprinted! Stats: 3.1 miles in 32:37 for a 10:29mpm pace

Thursday, September 6, 2012

just off

This run was just off. Carol didn't go because she twisted her knee yesterday, and she needs it to recover before her 1/2 Mary on Saturday. (Mount Nebo! It's going to be beautiful. Jealous!) So, after yoga, I went out for a quickie. I had to run into the sun for part of it, and I almost fell on my face while crossing State Street due to an uneven road which I couldn't see because I was running into the sun. Then, I was watching a guy on a bike and wondering why he wasn't crossing the street. When the light finally changed for him to go, he started and so did I - in different directions. Needless to say, he was following traffic instructions, and I almost got ran over. I felt more tired than my time shows. It was just off. All of it. Stats: 3.1 miles in 31:51 for a 10:17mpm pace

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


This run wasn't stellar, but it wasn't horrific either. Carol and I are both struggling this fall. Struggling to get the miles in, struggling to find motivation, struggling to give two shakes about our running. I don't know about her, but I'm struggling with some depression and some stress and some weight concerns, and even though I know that running would make those things better, it's hard to find the umph to DO it. Don't mind me - just whining here. Stats: 5.46 miles in 1:02:28 for an 11:29mpm pace